‘Well, for one, you went to a victim’s apartment and didn’t inform anyone of that fact, endangering both yourself and Miss Parsons.’ ‘It’s...Deputy Parsons, Sheriff,’ Michelle could have shoved her fist in her mouth the instant she heard what she said. ‘Yes, well, for now it is.’ Score one for the sheriff. ‘You could have contaminated the scene. Deputy Parsons is not trained to collect evidence, or to distance herself from that same evidence to prevent inadvertent contamination.’ He held up his. I found my reaction a little strong, since my programing should have caused my reaction to be 'since it wasn't going to make a difference, why bother'.I clicked off the smart phone still a little confused by it all. Being confused wasn't right either, I should have just run the analysis program, then gone with whatever it said. I was going through some real changes. Someone had made some changes in my main operating system and I wasn't sure I liked that idea. I had been able to modify it. I wanted to have an experienced male who knew what he wanted to come to my apartment some night and enter the apartment through the unlocked front door. He would then sneak down the hall to my bedroom where I would be sleeping. He then would have his way with me. I told him when I was aroused anything was possible. I also told him that I was still very inexperienced.After a few back and forth emails, we decided to chat about it on the phone. One Friday night he called me. He had a pleasant. "Would you like to have him now? Take him to the dungeon and do what you want with him then we'll have him serve tea afterwards." Mistress had a basement room in her house she'd fitted out for training and disciplining her slaves.The woman didn't really reply but just shifted her enormous bulk with a grunt and grabbing me by the hair pulled me roughly after her. She obviously knew the way. There was no way I was going to be able to resist either, she could overpower me easily. Resistance was.